#he's connected the dots chat (he actually really did)

[as-thra]

kevin farrell in am!au basically

i drew this under an hour

ref but i think everyone already knows:

[papayainsectorone]

teach me vulnerability

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summary: you were supposed to teach him how to touch not how to feel. but he learned faster than you expected, and now you’re the one running from what you started.

content: emotional restraint, unspoken feelings, slow emotional burn, lingering attachment, mutual longing, internal conflict, bittersweet connection, vulnerability avoidance, quiet heartbreak, non-communication ache

word count: 1 k

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

a thought: we need some more emotional teaching sorryyyy

teach me series

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It starts with a missed call.

No voicemail. No second try. Just his name lighting up your screen once, lingering for a few seconds longer than it should.

You don’t answer.

Not because you don’t want to. But because you do — too much, too fast, too deeply. And that was never the plan. The plan was control. Structure. Lessons. You teach; he learns. That was safe.

But he learned faster than you expected. And you liked it more than you meant to.

He looked at you like you were something more before you ever realized you wanted to be.

And then — quietly, inevitably — you started to feel the after.

The what next. The what if. The what would this even look like?

You didn’t want to think about how far he’d be, week after week. About trying to navigate the ache of being apart before you’d even figured out what you were together. About airports and hotel rooms and wondering if you were allowed to be sad when he didn’t text right back.

You didn’t want to picture the headlines, the photos, the way people would talk. The way people would look — at you, at him, at the two of you like it made any sense.

So you pulled back. Not to punish him. Not to lie.

But because saying I think I want more would mean asking what if this breaks anyway?

And you couldn’t bear to watch it fall apart after letting yourself believe it could work.

So now you’re here — lying in bed, staring at the phone in your hand, wondering if stepping away makes you wise or just cowardly.

Oscar doesn’t close the chat.

He stares at your last message, thumb hovering near the screen like maybe it will buzz again. Like maybe you´re still typing. Like maybe you’ll change her mind.

But the screen stays still.

No dots. No second reply. No apology, no afterthought, not even a half-hearted “I’ll see you around.”

Just silence.

He sets the phone down on his chest, flat and warm, like maybe he can hold onto it a little longer that way. Like it might sink into him if he stays still enough.

He doesn’t cry.

He wishes he could. Wishing feels easier than this the dull, unreal way it all folded so quietly. No big ending. No explosive fight. Just her, soft-spoken through text, telling him that it mattered… and then that it had to end.

The ache in his ribs doesn’t feel noble or cinematic. It’s just there full and shapeless and unfair.

He presses his eyes shut. Rethinks every moment. Wonders if there was a version of the night where he asked you to stay, and you actually did.

Wonders if he waited too long. Wonders if you did feel everything and just didn’t know how to say it.

Across the city, your room is dark except for the soft, anxious glow of your phone on the nightstand.

You’re lying on your back, barely breathing, one hand pressed to your chest like you can keep it all in if you just stay still.

You sent the last message with your jaw clenched and eyes wet — not sobbing, not loud, just the kind of crying that starts in your throat and ends behind your eyes. The kind you can’t stop because it’s not really crying. It’s just truth leaking out where you didn’t mean it to.

You didn’t want it to end like this.

You didn’t even mean for it to begin.

You told yourself he was safe not because he didn’t matter, but because he wouldn’t. You were the one teaching, leading, controlling.

But he learned faster than you expected.

And you liked it more then expected.

He looked at you like you were something more before you ever realized you wanted to be.

And now, you’re lying in bed, phone screen dimming slowly beside you, trying not to picture him in his — shirtless and sad, maybe still holding onto hope you didn’t mean to offer.

You told him, “Maybe the last lesson is knowing when to step away.”

But if you were being honest — really honest — the lesson you learned too late was this:

It’s easier to teach someone how to feel wanted than to believe you could be wanted back.

You roll to your side and press your face into the pillow. The phone buzzes once — not a message. Just the battery warning.

It makes you flinch anyway.

You don’t open the chat again. You know what’s waiting there:

A final line. His voice, so quiet, still hoping.

Will I see you again?

You close your eyes. Swallow the answer you won’t let yourself type.

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v smol taglist

@sealife-for-life @notgirlsummerr @koalalafications @urmomsgirlfriend1 @wadupppp @elle-28 @saudianna

[lovejongseob]

How the other P1H members find out your relationship

Jongseob probably wouldn't be able to hide it for long, for a number of reasons. First of all, P1Harmony is his family. They live together, work together, have spent many years together, and so much more. Very rarely were they unaware of what everyone is up to. And, of course, you just made him so happy, it manifested in new habits the group would obviously pick up on.

Rather than staring intensely at his phone, like he's about to burn through it with his eyes, he's been smiling fondly and giggling louder. He takes pictures of just about everything and seems to be taking way more selfies than they need to post. It's like a new interest has taken over his mind, and his friends just keep noticing more.

Soul would get suspicious when he notices Jongseob playing more multiplayer games, but isn't inviting him as much. He keeps speaking to him, talking in multiple languages, including alien, but his headphones are too loud. Usually he gets a little startled at sudden noises, but maybe he was just too focused on his game ?

Intak is confused, "Jongseob, didn't you leave with a jacket ?" Thankfully, none of the others were there to keep connecting the dots, but Jongseob was definitely frozen for a second. He did leave with a hoodie, but if he explained why he didn't come back with it, he'd definitely get teased. It wasn't hard to convince Intak that he'd confused his attire with last night's, since he's been going out more often.

There's been a recent trend with one of the members, and Jiung is the first to pick up on it. In his personal time, Jongseob has been wearing less and less baggy clothes, opting for tighter shirts. He's more comfortable wearing crop tops, and skirts if he likes. He still adores his comfier and bigger clothes, but Jiung sees him putting extra effort into his appearance when it's not necessarily needed.

Jongseob knows he's on thin ice, and that it's risky to ask such things, but he really needs to know. He trusts Theo a lot, so he confides in him about personal questions and worries. He doesn't say anything about having a romantic partner, but Theo assumes at the very least he's interested in someone because hes nervously asking things like, "How do you be romantic while being so shy ?", "Did you have any relationships while you weren't an Idol ?", and, "How do you make them feel as hopeless as you ?"

So when Keeho slips into Jongseob's room to retrieve something he forgot way earlier, he isn't surprised to see his youngest friend has fallen asleep with his phone next to him, still in his hand. However, when he sees one of the prettiest people he thinks ever on the other side of a FaceTime call, his jaw doesn't even drop.

The moral of the story, is, Jongseob is never wrong. Maybe he could've avoided some of the teasing by just being upfront about it, but he's sure there still would've been a few jokes to be made. He wakes up to the P1H group chat's profile picture as both of your sleeping faces. There are 46+ messages, half of them from Theo, none of which he is responding to.

considered doing one or two paragraphs for each member, but decided to just make it multiple for jongseob. i have a lot of ideas for full group fics already so ill write those when i write those. "he'd" to "he's" cannot be right but in my head it sounds acceptable. always spell and grammar checking but what about checking the switch between present tense and past tense ? (im genuinely HORRIBLE with this) god i hate writing. i finished proof reading but i actually feel like i just fucked it up more

[maincharactermuse]

The one where Harry gets her number. (5)

(Find my masterlist here)

Y/N stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She spotted Harry chatting with Lucía by the counter and grinned.

“Oi, what’s all this then? Plotting how to survive the next wave of caffeine addicts?” she teased.

Harry smiled, eyes lighting up when they met hers. “Just getting some survival tips from the pros.”

Lucía laughed. “Yeah, Y/N’s basically the queen of this chaos.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, walking over to update the chalkboard specials outside. The morning air was cool and quiet; the street almost empty.

Harry stepped outside, coffee in hand, and found Y/N updating the chalkboard in the soft morning light. The street was quiet, almost peaceful.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her chalk neat letters with focused care.

“You know,” he said, voice low enough to be almost private, “I was thinking… it’s not just the coffee that keeps me coming back.”

Y/N glanced up, arching an eyebrow, a teasing smile curling her lips. “Oh really? And what’s that?”

Harry shrugged, smiling gently. “Company, I guess. You make this place feel… different.”

She laughed softly. “Well, it’s not just me. Ryan keeps things lively, and Toby’s the calm in the storm.”

He nodded, then after a brief pause, added, “So, if I needed some emergency caffeine advice-”

Y/N turned fully to him, playfully waiting for the catch.

“-Would it be okay if I had your number?” he finished, voice a little quieter, more vulnerable.

She grinned, heart skipping. “Emergency consultations, huh? I could be persuaded.”

She quickly scribbled her number on a napkin and handed it to him. “Don’t lose it.”

Harry smiled warmly, tucking it away. “Never.”

Later, Y/N stepped back inside, humming to herself as “Watermelon Sugar” played from the speakers. She caught sight of Ryan leaning casually on the counter, coffee in hand, smirking.

“So, you give the guy your number and you’re already singing his songs?”

Y/N blinked, confused. “What are you on about?”

Ryan chuckled, leaning on the counter. “Honey, you’ve been chatting with Harry Styles. THAT Harry Styles.”

Her face drained color. “Wait, what? No. No, that can’t be right. I didn’t realize.”

Ryan laughed harder. “Welcome to the club. You’ve been flirting with a superstar, and you had no clue.”

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, mortified but trying to laugh it off. “Does he know that I don’t know? Does he think I know? Why didn’t I connect the dots? Should I know? Should I not know? I’m not online enough!”

Ryan grinned, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, you’re in deep now, love.”

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group chat: the coven 🔮

Y/N

guys. emergency. please respond immediately. 🚨

Noor

oh no

what happened

did a customer yell or did you finally burn the sourdough 😅

Grace

is this a real emergency or a “I made eye contact with a man and now I live in a Regency novel” emergency

Y/N

NO THIS IS REAL

okay

remember Harry?? the 56/10 guy??

who always comes in for coffee ???

Noor

yes?

obviously.

have you eloped 😘

Grace

did he finally ask for your number??

wait you didn’t send a pic you criminal

Y/N

yes he did ask for my number

AND I GAVE IT TO HIM

AND THEN

RYAN

decides to let me know AFTER he left

that he is

harry. styles.

Grace

wait what

WHAT

Noor

wait

like THE harry styles?

like watermelon sugar, silk shirts, arena tour, that harry styles??

Y/N

YES

I’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH HARRY STYLES

AND I HAD NO IDEA 💀

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST A REALLY HOT MAN WHO LIKED FLAT WHITES AND SPOKE POLITELY

Grace

OH MY GOD

YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND

I’M SO PROUD 🥹

Noor

wait wait wait

do you feel differently now?

or just like

holy shit how did I not see it?

Y/N

I feel exactly the same about him

I just feel like a moron

how did I not realise??

he literally smiled and I was like “wow you have such kind eyes” LIKE HE’S NOT BEEN FAMOUS FOR TEN YEARS

Grace

you liked him before you connected the dots

which is actually kind of amazing

no one gets to do that with someone like him

Noor

yeah?? and you weren’t weird about it or starstruck

you were just you

and he clearly liked that!

Y/N

I’m not like

worried about him

I just

I don’t want him to think I’m pretending

like, oh nooo I didn’t knooow

I genuinely had no clue

I work 50 hours a week and don’t have time to go down Instagram rabbit holes

Grace

babe

that’s literally why he likes you

he probably finds it refreshing

also hilarious

and slightly chaotic, which is on brand for you

Noor

so what now???

has he texted yet?? 👀

Y/N

not yet

but like

what do I even say??

“hi sorry for not knowing who you are, your coffee’s still mid but you’re cute”?

Grace

I mean… honestly? not a bad draft

Noor

just be honest

you liked him without the name

he clearly liked you right back

you’re not changing now

Y/N

ugh. okay

if he texts

you’ll both get the live play-by-play

but if I die of embarrassment

you are not allowed to put “she gave Harry Styles her number and then combusted” on my tombstone

Grace

no promises

love you x

Noor

this is already my favorite romcom and it’s only act one 🥰

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Later that evening, Y/N’s phone buzzed with a simple message:

“Hey, it’s Harry.”

Y/N stared at the message.

Just “Hey, it’s Harry.”

Simple. Chill. Like he wasn’t Harry Styles. Like he wasn’t someone who’d just rocked her entire sense of reality that afternoon.

After a few seconds (okay, minutes), she replied:

Y/N

hey, barista’s emergency caffeine consultant. what’s the situation? milk frother down again?

A pause. Then:

Harry

No frother emergencies. Just thought I’d say hi.

Also, wanted to thank you. For the coffee. And… everything else.

She smiled, rolling over onto her stomach on the couch, kicking her feet a little like a teenager.

Y/N

well, anytime. i mean, not anytime, we close at six most days lol.

but you know. mostly.

Another bubble appeared.

Harry

You’re something else, you know that?

Her stomach flipped. She bit her lip and hesitated, then typed quickly:

Y/N

so, um. i kind of figured out who you are.

not that it matters, just. fyi.

but that’s not why i gave you my number or anything.

i actually like you.

as in, you you.

shit.

Her eyes widened as the last message sent. Panic set in.

Y/N

oh my god. how do you delete a message.

i can’t believe i just told you that. i’m crawling into a bin right now goodbye. 👋🏼

Three dots.

Then they disappeared.

Then reappeared.

Then, her phone rang.

She answered without thinking. “Hello?”

His voice, warm and amused, “A bin? Really?”

Y/N buried her face in her pillow and groaned. “Yes. I’m never showing my face in that café again. Please send my apologies to Ryan and Jules.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m glad you sent it. The message, not the bin part.”

She peeked out from under the pillow, cheeks burning. “You are?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Because I like you you, too. The one who makes really good coffee and has chalk on her jeans and didn’t recognise me for weeks.”

She let out a soft laugh, heart thudding in her chest. “Well, mystery solved. You’re charming and famous. Bit unfair, don’t you think?”

He teased, “Would it help if I admitted I’ve had a bit of food on my face all day and no one told me?”

“Maybe,” she grinned. “A little.”

They kept talking. About nothing and everything. Her favourite coffee blend. His terrible attempt at banana bread once. Her plans to repaint the chairs at the café. His upcoming travels.

When they finally hung up, over thirty minutes had passed, and Y/N’s cheeks hurt from smiling.

As she plugged in her phone to charge, another text came through:

Harry

sweet dreams.

She stared at it for a moment, hugged her pillow, and whispered to the dark room, “fuck.”

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Y/N

hey, it’s me

(y/n)

from the café

not like, a different me. just. me.

wow this is going well already

Harry

Hi, you

I know it’s you

Y/N

ok good

wasn’t sure if I needed to clarify

you probably know a lot of “me’s”

Harry

Only one who hands me coffee with that look on her face when I ask for an extra shot

bit judgy. bit fond.

memorable.

Y/N

it’s called responsible caffeine guidance

i’m basically a public service

Harry

I feel very taken care of

even if you did roll your eyes at my pastry order

Y/N

you ordered lemon tart with an americano

that’s unhinged behavior

Harry

And yet, here you are texting me

what does that say about you?

Y/N

that I have poor judgment?

or impeccable taste?

jury’s out

Harry

I’m leaning toward impeccable

Y/N

hm

dangerous answer

might encourage me

Harry

I was hoping it would

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Y/N

[sends meme of a cartoon character dramatically collapsing with a caption that says:

“me after 1 (one) mildly stressful thing”]

this felt too real today.

i’m currently horizontal and emotionally unavailable to my inbox.

Harry

That’s a very dramatic cartoon collapse

are you okay?

Y/N

lol yes

just tired. café was chaos. ryan broke the till, lucia spilled oat milk, i almost cried over biscotti

you know. normal day

Harry

Sounds intense

I came in just after the storm then?

Y/N

you were the eye of the storm, probably

quiet. oddly calm.

nice shoes

Harry

Thank you

You looked…

busy

focused

like you were keeping ten things in your head but still remembered mine was a flat white with an extra shot

and you smiled

tiny, but it was there

Y/N

…

okay now i’m blushing and it’s your fault

Harry

that’s a good look on you

(not that I saw it)

(just imagining)

Y/N

dangerous

Harry

encouraging

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Y/N

made a coffee this morning that actually tasted decent

miracles do happen apparently

Harry

was it missing your usual signature flair?

you know, the cinnamon and mild chaos

Y/N

excuse me, my chaos is artisanal

Harry

I stand corrected. hand-whipped and sustainably sourced, I’m sure

Y/N

exactly

i’m basically a walking small batch

Harry

figured as much

you looked very small-batch this morning, by the way

Y/N

…thanks?

Harry

it’s a compliment

you were glowing

Y/N

that was sweat

but i appreciate the poetry

Harry

sweat and charm, clearly

dangerous combo

Y/N

lol noted

next time i’ll try to tone down the threat level

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group chat: the coven 🔮

Y/N

[photo screenshot of texts with Harry]

ok can someone tell me what this means before i overanalyze it for the next six hours

Noor

girl. GIRL.

Grace

you’re joking right???

“you were glowing”??

he is FLIRTING.

Noor

capital F

like actually

like he LIKES you

Y/N

okay but what if he’s just like

polite

Grace

polite??? BABY

he called you a dangerous combo

that’s not manners

that’s interest

Noor

just admit he’s got a crush

and maybe let yourself have a little crush back

we’ve SEEN the man

Y/N

okay fine

maybe

a small crush

very small

microbatch

Grace

shut up omg

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Harry

Did I scare you off?

Too much artisanal chaos talk?

[delivered: 2:08 PM]

[read: 4:42 PM]

Harry

I promise I don’t always flirt that badly

only on Tuesdays apparently

Y/N

omg sorry I didn’t mean to ghost you

got sucked into the café vortex

someone spilled oat milk into the pastry display 😩

Harry

yikes

milk-soaked muffins are a crime against humanity

Y/N

agreed. justice for the almond croissants

Harry

I’ll light a candle

maybe bring flowers to the case tomorrow

Y/N

make sure they’re ethically sourced and gluten-free please

Harry

obviously

I know your type

Y/N

my type???

Harry

yeah

the kind that gets chalk on her jeans and doesn’t realise people are flirting with her

Y/N

wait

are you flirting with me?

Harry

finally

she catches on

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group chat : the coven 🔮

Y/N

okay tell me if i’m being dramatic but

he hasn’t texted me in a few days

like at all

and i sent a couple things that normally he’d respond to

and now? tumbleweeds

Noor

ooof

that sucks

have you double texted yet

Y/N

…yes

twice actually

i feel like a pest 🥲

Grace

okay but you’re not

he was super into you like… a week ago??

what changed?

Y/N

idk

it’s just weird to go from 100 to 0 like that

like if you’re busy, okay, but say something?

Noor

agreed

you deserve clarity, not mystery

Grace

you should send one more

and if he doesn’t answer that… that tells you what you need to know

(also i will egg his house)

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Y/N

hey

hope you’re okay x

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Harry

hey, i’m really sorry for the silence

things got unexpectedly hectic

not proud of going quiet — just got overwhelmed

didn’t mean to make you feel anything bad x

Y/N

hey

i get it

life happens

we all get pulled in different directions

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Y/N

can i be honest about something?

Harry

yeah, of course

Y/N

i don’t need a lot

like, i’m not expecting updates every hour or anything

but if things get busy or overwhelming, just… say that

disappearing without a word?

it puts me in my head a bit

and that’s not the kind of energy i want in a relationship

or even something new

Harry

you’re right

you’re completely right

i should’ve said something

i didn’t mean to go quiet — but that doesn’t make it okay

i’ll do better

you deserve better

Y/N

thanks

i wasn’t trying to have a whole thing about it

just… felt like it was better to say

Harry

i’m really glad you did

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Harry

how’s your wednesday going? have you yelled at any coffee machines yet today?

Y/N

only once. and it was justified.

(ryan sided with the machine though, traitor.)

Harry

unbelievable. he’s always been a bit of a corporate sympathiser.

Y/N

exactly. I think the espresso machine has him in its pocket.

…also I may have overworked the steamer and made it scream. so.

Harry

poor thing. the machine, I mean. not you.

Y/N

wow. rude.

Harry

you can handle it. you’re terrifying before 10am.

in an oddly charming way.

Y/N

stop flirting with me or I’ll start thinking you like me or something

Harry

what if I do?

Y/N

then you should probably keep flirting

There was a short pause, then a follow-up message.

Harry

can I ask something kind of random?

y/n

only if I can too.

harry

deal.

what do you do when your brain won’t switch off? like it’s 1am and it’s just… spiralling?

Y/N

oh

yeah, I know that one

I make lists. or rewatch something I’ve already seen a hundred times

sometimes I bake in the middle of the night. like a little pastry goblin

why?

Harry

just… one of those nights last night.

too much noise upstairs.

Y/N

yeah. I get that

sometimes mine’s not even spiraling with bad stuff, just… too much.

like, it’s loud even when things are okay

Harry

that’s exactly it.

like things are good, but your head’s still running laps.

nice to know someone else gets it.

Y/N

always

what would your 1am list look like?

Harry

last night?

1. things I forgot to reply to

2. upcoming interviews

3. whether or not I said something dumb last week

4. the smell of your café when I walk in

5. if I’m doing any of this right

a long pause before she replies:

Y/N

you’re not the only one wondering that last bit

no one really knows if they’re doing it “right”

but the café one was sweet

Harry

it’s true.

it smells like cinnamon and calm and you.

Y/N

you’re going to make me smile at my phone like a loser in front of ryan

he’s going to roast me

Harry

tell him I said hi

and thanks for listening

Y/N

no thanks needed

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group chat: the coven 🔮

Grace

okay so. I may or may not have signed up for a pottery class

and immediately regretted it because the instructor is 80% moustache and 20% condescension

Noor

wait wait wait

is this the same guy from the art fair?? moustache man????

Grace

THE VERY SAME

except now he has opinions on my clay work and my posture

Noor

grace babe this is what you get for signing up for “mindful clay evenings”

what even is that 😭

Grace

i just wanted to be zen and creative not emotionally dismantled by a man in linen trousers

Y/N

that’s what we’re all getting from men in 2025 apparently

Grace

LMAOOO

ok but enough about me

how are things going with your coffee customer boyfriend

Noor

yeah don’t think we didn’t notice you dropped nothing in the chat yesterday 👀

Y/N

he’s not my boyfriend omg

we’re just like

getting to know each other?

Noor

mmhmm

so when’s he asking you out?

Y/N

idk

probably soon? maybe?

we’ve just been texting a lot

like, real stuff sometimes, not just dumb flirting (although there is that too lol)

Grace

okay but you like him?

Y/N

…yeah

i do

but i like where we are too, like

just figuring each other out?

feels nice. calm. not rushed

Noor

that makes sense

especially after… y’know

Y/N

yeah

i don’t want to fall into something fast just because it feels good

i want to know who he actually is

and i want him to know me

not just like, the curated bits

Grace

so you’re guarding your heart but also letting someone see it

that’s huge, babe

Y/N

i think i’m just scared that like

he’s charming and fun and Harry Styles

and maybe it’s just a game for him, i don’t know

Noor

but does it feel like a game?

Y/N

no

it doesn’t

that’s the thing. it feels real

and i think he’s being honest with me

i’m just not used to someone actually being good to me without it turning

Grace

and he hasn’t given you a reason not to trust him yet

so maybe let yourself enjoy it a little more 💛

Y/N

i’m trying

i really am

and i think he’ll ask me soon

and when he does

i’ll say yes

Noor

you better

and then immediately give us outfit details because we are going to STYLE you for this date

Grace

and then make us promise not to show up at the restaurant pretending to be waitresses

Y/N

please i beg you do not ruin this for me 😭

Noor

we’d only watch from a respectful distance

Y/N

i’m muting this chat

Grace

muting us won’t save you from the love you deserve 😌

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Y/N

hey

you still up?

Harry

barely

but for you, always.

what’s on your mind?

Y/N

nothing dramatic

just been thinking a bit

Harry

thinking’s dangerous this late

should I be worried?

Y/N

lol no

not worried

just wondering where your head’s at

with us, I guess?

Harry

…okay

i’m listening

Y/N

i’m not trying to be THAT Person

like “what are we” after 3 weeks of texting

but alsoi think I just want to know that this isn’t like a passing thing for you

Harry

it’s not.

not for me.

Y/N

okay

i just

i like talking to you

and I like who you are

and I think I’d really like to go on a date with you

but only if we’re not playing around

Harry

i’m not playing

i wouldn’t waste your time like that

you matter too much already

Y/N

yeah?

even with me rambling at midnight and overthinking everything?

Harry

especially then.

and you’re not overthinking

you’re just brave enough to say what you mean

i admire that

Y/N

idk if it’s brave

feels more like anxiety in a cute outfit tbh

Harry

still cute

still honest

still you

and i like all of that

Y/N

okay

that makes me feel a lot better

thank you

Harry

you don’t have to thank me for being sure about you

but

maybe you can repay me in coffee and letting me take you out soon?

Y/N

soon sounds good

as long as it involves pastries

Harry

it will

and maybe a walk

and me pretending not to stare at you too much

Y/N

you’re bad at pretending

i’ve noticed

Harry

yeah well

i like looking at you

sue me

Y/N

i’ll allow it

but only if you keep being this honest with me

Harry

deal

no disappearing

no guessing games

just… me and you, figuring it out

Y/N

figuring it out sounds good

sleep now?

Harry

sweet dreams

i’ll text you in the morning x

Y/N

night, h

x

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Harry

okay, so you said yes

i just wanted to double check i didn’t imagine that

Y/N

lol nope

you asked me out

and i said yes

you were very charming about it, in fact

Harry

i was sweating a little, not gonna lie

Y/N

you were not

you were cute

like in that “i make music and wear rings but still get nervous asking girls out” kinda way

Harry

that’s a very specific category and it’s slander

but fair

Y/N

[reacts to “but fair” with laughing emoji]

Harry

any requests for our date?

favourite food? allergies? places that make you irrationally happy?

Y/N

surprise me

but i like anywhere with fairy lights

or pasta

or both

but also, like, i’m not fancy

i’d be happy with takeaway

Harry

you make this way too easy

how do i impress you??

Y/N

just be you

but maybe on time 😌

Harry

low blow

deserved

i’ll be early

Y/N

now you’re showing off

Harry

only because i really like you

Y/N

🫠

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group chat: the coven 🔮

Y/N

🚨 this is not a drill 🚨

he asked me out

like. on an actual date

a real date.

Grace

OMGGGGG

OMGOMGOMG

I NEED A MINUTE

Noor

wait WHAT

as in asked asked??

WHEN???

Y/N

this morning

at the café

he just… walked in all cute and nervous and said he wanted to take me out 😭

i said yes obviously

but now i’m spiralling a little

Grace

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT SINCE THE FLAT WHITE INCIDENT

Noor

you’re spiralling because… he likes you?

and you like him?

and this has been building for weeks?

Y/N

yeah but like…

first date in a long time

real feelings

he’s just so kind and clever and easy to talk to and hot, let’s not forget hot

and I don’t know how to be chill 😭

Grace

babe

it’s not a TED Talk

you’re literally just going to hang out with someone who likes you back

you’ve had more emotionally intimate conversations over text than most couples do in six months

Noor

plus, you’re not doing this with some random

you’ve got this

Grace

girl you’ve got this 💪🏼

Y/N

ok yeah

i can do this

what’s the worst that could happen

just about everything

Noor

lol y/n stop

regroup. focus

Grace

ok but like

what are you going to wear? 👀

Y/N

omg OMGGGG

WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR

Noor

that’ll do it.

[cvnt4him]

hiii! would you be willing to write some Iida x older!reader? like a senpai from U.A., one or two years older. thank you in advance!! ❤❤❤

I would love too<33

Tenya is so underrated chat he needs more love SEND ME MORE TENYA REQUESTS.

Being a third year at UA was interesting to say the least, you had a lot of respect from your younger classmen. However when people found out who you were dating they always gave you weird looks.

You walked down the first year halls at the end of the day getting glances and whispers from the first years crowing the halls. You brush it off and continue strolling to your desired destination.

You finally come across the class you were looking for; class 1A! The only class fit for your charming and adorable boyfriend. You peek through the door to see your midnight haired boyfriend tidying up and talking with his friends, it was so cute to see the way he mingled with them.

You knock on the opened door and the few people's eyes shoot to your direction, you offer a polite smile and a giggle as you head towards your boyfriend who had wide eyes and a bit of blush dusting his features.

"hey tenya, ready to go?"

You ask running your fingers through his hair, he was taller than you but everyone knew you were older than him, hell than everyone in that classroom. You were pretty well known however you didn't really dabble with titles or anything like that, you didn't care what people knew you as.

"ah! y- y/n.. you shouldn't be here at this time! I told you I'd text you when I was ready."

Tenya was embarrassed from the looks of his friends, a green haired boy had wide eyes and slight pink brushed over his freckled cheeks, he looked between the two of you before connecting the dots with a gasp. You look down to him and he blushed intensively.

You chuckle and swipe a quick kiss from tenya before putting the top of his head.

"I'll wait for you outside, yeah? Don't take too long love."

You say walking out and waving to his friends with a wink, the freckled one was still stunned and the brown haired girl was squealing and jumping up and down once you left. No one knew you and tenya were dating, everyone thought tenya was incapable of getting a girlfriend due to the way he acts.

The two of you started dating unintentionally. You asked for his number one day and he nervously whilst stuttering, gave it to you. You two talked a lot it was more of him asking for advice and if you could tutor him or if you'd like to study with him.

Tenya was smart sure but you were in a higher grade than him, he thought if you could help him out his work maybe he'd be able to easily understand your work as well. At the time when you two started hanging out more he didn't realize it but he actually enjoyed your company.

He thought you were funny, smart, eager to learn just like him! He found many similarities within the two of you and he liked he could be himself around you. When the stuff went down with his brother he accidentally ended up crying in front of you, tenya expected you to laugh or make fun of him but of course, you didn't. You held him close and made sure that he was okay.

Unknowingly, that's when he started catching feelings for you. He wanted to be around you more, talk to you more he just really liked you, your company. It took him a while to realize he liked you, but once he did he didn't know how to ask you out or if he even wanted to.

Eventually you began seeing the signs of him starting to like you, he was more brushy around you, more talkative. It's not like tenya didn't speak when you two hung out but now he was so eager to share every little detail of his life with you. It was rather obvious he had a slight thing for you, and you'd be lying if you thought that he wasn't cute.

To save him the trouble some time later you went ahead and asked him out on a date. Tenya was so flustered and confused, he thought you were psychic or something, he ended up telling you that he was planning on asking you out on a date officially as well. You two laughed it off over lunch and sooner or later just naturally started dating.

You two never really put labels on it until one time.he got jealous. You were hanging out with mirio and you two were getting quite close, mirios a naturally charming guy. He's funny, weird, and just honestly great company.

Tenya did not like that. Tenya never had a problem with mirio, he just disliked how close he was with you. Tenya tried to keep his distance from you as a punishment to himself for even letting himself slack off of hero/school work. He felt that he shouldn't have gotten a girlfriend, he shouldn't have fallen in love with you, he shouldn't have even talked to you or indulged in you.

However, tenya found.himself fidgeting and having trouble focusing on class. He hadn't talked to you in 2 days and it was driving him insane that you hadn't bothered to text him! Were you not worried? Did you not care about him? What was it.. were you cheating on him?!

He was never one to jump to conclusions but he couldn't help himself! The second that bell rang he zoomed out of the classroom to reach you, he headed over to the third years classes in search of you. Once he found your class he asked around for you.

"tenya? What are you doing here lover?"

"y/n.. I.. I..—"

He was at a loss for words. He didn't know why he rushed to you, he didn't know why he was jumping to conclusions.. you weren't known for being unloyal or untrustworthy. So why did he feel this fiery rage of jealousy burbling inside of him?

You pulled tenya out for the classroom and walked him to the outside of the school, the cherry blossom petals flying down to the ground d beautifully, they painted a sweet little walkway across the side walk, and all over the bench the two of you sat down at.

"tenya, what's going on sweetie?"

He loved when you had a variety of pet names to call him. He got quite flustered whenever you called him anything other than tenya.

You pulled his head onto your chest and brushed your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes and let the breeze of the wind fly onto his face and through his hair.

Tenya sighs and wraps his arms around you holding you close, he couldn't find any words to say so he simply lived in this moment. You knew that something was up, but you'd ask again once he felt like talking.

AN: this is the worst shit I've ever written. I love tenya iida but I have a hard time writing for him, others see him as this uptight dork but I do believe that he strays away from that robotness once like he gets a bit older. Just me? Okay.. I love him sm chat I need to get better at writing for him

[mikimakiboo]

Next in line for the backstory issssss

Killer !

Killer was born in the great Roman Empire in a very rich family !

As a slave.

His mother was a slave, and so he automatically was a slave too, and spent all of his childhood alternating between learning basic things and serving his masters, and then his teenage years just serving them

The house he was in was big with many slaves, his masters being very wealthy, even tho they lived in a rather small town

Killer's main job was cleaning, he would clean the floors as well as the laundry, clean the dishes, ... but he also served the masters directly by bringing them all sort of things the would ask for

Normally there would have been a slave per job but Killer was often punished and would have to work more

He wasn't the best slave, tending to be forgetful, slow, leaving out unclean spots, bringing back the wrong things... and so his masters would either make him work more when they were in a rather good day, or when they weren't in a good day, they would physically punish him by whiping his back, among other things

The times when he was working with the other slaves were calmer, they would chat, tell stories, the slaves who were once war prisoners would tell about their fights, he really liked listening to these stories and daydream about a different life in which he would be free

He knew some slaves could be freed, but usually these slaves were freed because they either paid a very high price, because their master died and wrote it in their will, or because they did an exceptionally great job and got rewarded, and Killer knew that it was all out of reach for him because he didn't have any money, his masters were young and healthy, and he wasn't doing a good job that would deserve a reward of any kind

He really wanted to be free thought, he wanted more than working everyday for the same persons, he wanted to travel, to discover the Empire that everyone kept saying was so great, to have a chance to chose his own way in life

He knew he wouldn't be freed anytime soon, but he also knew that if he didn't have any masters, then he technically wouldn't be a slave anymore

So he started plotting, he knew everyone's habits, he knew when and where they would be alone, what they would be doing, where the masters would be, he knew everything as he was here since his litteral birth

He would have to kill the masters, but he couldn't risk leaving witnesses so he would have to kill the slaves following them around, and since he didn't want the other slaves to tell everyone it was him, as he would be the only one missing since he planned to run away, that meant he would just have to kill everyone in the household, to make sure no one could ever know it was him who did it

It did sadden him a little to have to kill the slaves he worked with, he liked them, but his desire to be free was stronger and so he didn't hesitate when he stabbed them too

Once he made sure that no one was still breathing he waited for the night and ran away from the town with only a bag and his knife, going as far as he could, to make sure no one would catch him, and luckily his appearance changed when he started killing so he didn't look too much like himself anymore with the black liquid dripping from his sockets and his target shaped soul

Since that moment he started going from city to city, stealing food, clothes and all sort of things he could sell and make money from

He never stayed too long in one city and changed his name to a new one each time he moved, he picked Killer on the spot when Dust asked what his name was, and it ended up sticking with him

About the trauma now:

He has pretty bad scars on his back that he tends to hide, not wanting anyone to connect the dots and recognize it as punishment marks, and the scars are so big that he actually doesn't have that much sensation left on his back, he would feel it if you slap him but not if you caress the scars and due to this lack of sensations he absolutely hates it when someone touches his back, it makes him feel vulnerable and is part of why he always sleeps against a wall to make sure his back isn't exposed

He also hates receiving orders for a very obvious reason and he hates that his first instinct upon receiving orders is moving to do it, he has to stop himself from following the orders and he hates it, he hates how his training hasn't left him (the fact he doesn't understand any of what the gang says is good in a way because even if they do give him orders he just doesn't understand so he doesn't move, but he has the feeling that they don't give him orders anyways)

He's also very observant and notices small details about people due to him always analyzing his masters to see if they were in a good mood or not, he doesn't say anything tho, he just stares and sometimes smiles

And yes it's creepy, he finds it funny

[murderofsomeone]

it's probably decently obvious that my main lemon demon design was created BEFORE seeing any fandom depictions (or even really that much official art past the logo) because of how violently he stands out in comparison to other designs. it's a little obvious that my inspiration was self-contained and it granted me a bit of creative freedom along with a completely different train of thought while designing him. his three eyes however is very much a relic of 2022 because I was designing a lot of demons with asymmetrical faces at the time and well, why not make another

anyway here's a comparison of him to my most recent lemon demon original design (where it's a bit more obvious I was influenced by somewhat of a fandom culture)

extra bonus rambling under the cut

my general design process has actually stayed relatively contained with a few exceptions like soft fuzzy man's color and weirdly neil himself. yeah sorry chat neil is the first guy that was highly influenced by someone else's design you can shoot me too if you'd like. but I legitimately believe he's the only real example because every other character that has a design remotely similar to someone else is likely due to us both following a similar source material (like my cabinet design being based off polybius) or there being only so many ways to interpret the design (gef the mongoose would've fallen into this category if it wasn't for the fact I made him Joker colors)

in general I tend to follow a mindset of how "weird" I can make a design or how much I can push a lyric/implement it into a design. I also like to twist around the convention and try new things. a good example of both of these apply to my doctor amnesia design.

really the main things going through my head were "well he didn't state HOW many eyes", chosing an eye color that often is overlooked in conventional beauty standards to elevate them and cause you to think, while leaning into the somewhat otherworldly nature she's depicted in by giving her blue skin, a color I associate with the song.

another fun thing I'll do is create a "design pipeline" where I'll take an attribute and run it through a list of connections before we end up in a place long past where we started or just combining a bunch of traits that could be interpreted that way, resulting in designs like this.

though wolfgang isn't my weirdest design, he definitely did not start where we ended off. I believe before the wizard of oz theming for clown circus was set in stone (a choice that has EVERYTHING to do with oz explodes and an element I'll explain later), he was some kinda mirror object head that had absolutely nothing to do with his current namesake. since I wasn't satisfied with that design, I kept a relative aspect of the personality and shapes and thus ended up creating a really interesting take on a character who is largely depicted as... well there's no really good way to say this, but Bad.

since I was working with a new fresh aspect I started by making him a wolf... and then connecting him to "there's a robot in my head". this kind of connected the dots to ultimately make him associated to the tin man, since no one was connected to that character for the wizard of oz element and it was up for grabs (this is also how he somehow got associated with toasters via connecting the previously mentioned song to "what's in the toaster", etc etc). these pipelines of connecting songs that aren't normally related, but making them Work in a believable way makes designs more interesting for me and gives them a bit more purpose and personality. I think this is what ultimately makes people get a bit lost on my interpretations considering they aren't super simple by just being about One Song, but by being about multiple that aren't originally related in the source material. just like how I connected dr amnesia to when he died, explaining a bit of her more mildly supernatural or off-putting elements by making the man in that song her father.

the final real design element that I focus on is the strange rule I follow in terms of how these characters are shaped. there's a massive sort of "alice in wonderland" theming going on in terms of how human/humanoid designs look in contrast to designs that look less and less human. their proportions become more cartoon and shaped, their sizes are affected etc etc all while the human/humanoid characters stay relatively normal next to each other with more believable design elements.

here's the horrid long strip of nearly 100 different character renders next to each other to get a general idea on what I'm talking about

the silhouettes of the human characters "pop" less because they're supposed to contrast to their nonhuman counterparts. which isn't something I normally do, but given the source idea of a sort of "wonderland", I think it works in this specific context.

in conclusion: I'm design autistic and like to use designing to try new things, which is why I fucked that lemon up. sorry about that chat

[koolades-world]

befriending the brothers via oujia board

wouldnt this be so fun

totally imagining that you initially start talking to belphie just fucking around and wanted to ruin some humans day

did not intend on making a friend or anyone he was going to speak to for more than today

eventually satan gets involved too because hey! what an interesting human

the anti-lucifer league has a new hobby now

you guys chat about all sorts of things that eventually drift off the topic of demons

such as: what are your favorite human foods, what it's like living as a human in the modern day, and such

it actually becomes so what of a routine

soon, beel and mammon sit in on the sessions and lucifer finds out because mammon can't shut his mouth

he shuts it down and you don't think of it for a while until you get selected for the exchange program and that so called human in the attic is oddly familiar...

when you come to the devildom, it just kinda becomes like omegl tbh and the same rules apply as they do with the site

do not meet up with strange demons, do not tell them where you live, do not tell them your name etc but it also comes with the risk of losing your soul

actually you're so lucky belphie wasn't interested in stealing your soul the day you first interacted because you seemed cool and wanted to be able to speak to you again

he still hates humans though lol

after you officially make up and become friends again, you both connect the dots and realize you were pen pals(??? is that the right phrase?) you're able to bond if you can get over the whole, yknow, the whole human hating thing while you were talking and murder

you can troll humans together now via oujia board

ahh young love where one of you is actually really old <3

[sadlynotthevoid]

Once I had this dream about a modern lcf AU where Lily was like 13~14yo and somehow got involved into an otome-novel-ish type of drama. What I mean is: some girl at school was going around acting like she was such a sweetheart and making others believe Lily was a mean rich girl who bullies her.

She was very sad because a lot of people, including some friends, actually fell for it and treated her as if she was a villain. More and more people avoided her and frowned when they saw her. People who she used to play and chat now talked bad about her. And only a few close friends seemed to believe in her and treat her kindly.

She's brave and bold, but she feels really lonely right now.

And she didn't know how to tell her family. She hasn't heard that any of them had had such a problem before. What if they don't understand? (What if they don't believe her?)

One day, Cale (the original one) entered into her room while she was crying after a bad day. His brain's alarms started to sound. Whom the fuck hurt his little sister? She's a good kid who only wants to train with swords and eat sweets.

So he sat next to her and comforted her, softly humming a song. It felt so nostalgic (though she's not sure why) that Lily ended up spilling out everything. He promised things were going to get better. Then proceeded to distraught her with a gift and a promise to sparr with her.

It was Friday at that moment. On Monday, Lily went back to school just to find out everyone acting strange. Not bad, just strange.

When she asked, her classmates explained that the troublesome girl's mother had carried her from house in house to confess the truth during the weekend. She and her mother were at the headmaster's office at the moment.

Only some people apologized, but no one kept treating her like a bad omen.

Lily didn't know how, but she was sure that Cale was somehow behind this.

Other points about the dream:

-Lily and Cale got close after this. He takes her to and from school quite often. They spar together when Cale is at home or Lily tries new things with him.

-Probably because of the reason above, I remember a scene of them ice skating at an ice rink. They seemed to like it, so hc that it becomes an usual activity for them.

-They take Bassen out for a break when he seems too meddle into his studies. Then the three of them end up sitting at an ice cream shop or a coffee shop, dumming around and ocassionally getting tutoring from Cale.

-I think Cale was on his last year of college here, but he also had a business. I think it was a fashion business but I'm not sure. I don't know why he was taking college classes when he already had a sucessful business, he's weird like that. Probably because he was bored.

-Rok Soo was his roommate. I mean it like platonic roommates, not the vine. Cale somehow convinced him to work at his company after college.

-Ohn and Lily became friends after this.

-The rest of the Henituse family didn't find out about the incident until months later. They freak out a bit before Lily tell them that Cale already solved it. And Bassen is like "yeah, that tracks", which turns into an explanation about his own past bullying situation. Which leads to them connecting the dots. They freak out.

-Cale is walking between classes when he gets a call from Deruth. Half of the campus could heard the "CaLE hENiTuSE, did you sabotage yourself to help Bassen?!". And the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! YOU COULD HAD BEEN HURT!". A few seconds later, it was the whole campus that heard the "AN ACT? IT WAS ALL AN ACT?!".

-Thanks to the people who were near enough to listen to Cale's replies, now the whole campus labeled him of eccentric genius. The general consensus is that he's a good person, too.

-The acting class teacher kept running after Cale, trying to get him into his class after he heard Deruth's last scream. He tries harder after he overhears Cale saying "what? Like it was difficult. You guys are just easy to fool" when his childhood friends asked. Amiru is between the best students, she's definitely not easy to fool.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hey honey!! So Im back with more dad!tan request. What if like y/n and tan were not dating, maybe just one night stand or were kinda talking at some point/friends with benefits, and tan did not know he was a dad until he runs into y/n either during a mission or just like at the store, and y/n has like a 5 year old who looks like tan. Like… the DRAMA!!

Hope you’re doing well hon!!

-🍼

hii bb!! I just realised that I automatically wrote this in headcanon format, hope that’s okay. I really love this idea🤭 thanks for requesting hope you like it💌 sending love

I got carried away, apologies!! wc: 675

TAN NOT KNOWING HE’S A DAD.

at the beginning, maybe his job got in the way, so you both kept things casual - ie friends with benefits. things ended abruptly and kinda suddenly, and you lost contact. and then soon after you split, you found out you were pregnant

you didn't tell him as you knew he wasn't ready, and bc of how things ended, you didn't want to bring him back into your life. maybe you relied on the support of family and friends to get you through the pregnancy (and with the uncertainty at the start)

I always write tan having a girl, so im gonna switch it up and say you had a boy (WHO is practically the spitting image of tan. but he also has a mix of your genes too. your body did the work. you deserve the credit for a pretty baby too)

when you were pregnant and when baby boy was born, you kept it secret and hidden. and didn't tell tan. you were very conflicted about it. you wanted him to know that he had a child, but you couldn't stomach the potential disappointment for you and your son. and then you got so busy bringing him up, that the time almost flew by. over the next couple years, you debated picking up the phone to text him, but every time you see your last message chats, you decide against it

maybe your son's birthday is coming up in a couple days, so you take him to the store to pick out decorations and flavours for his cake. he's sat in the trolley, playing with a toy while you walk down the aisles. THEN maybe you see the back of someone familiar... see where this is going?? so you try to avoid him and go down another

then out of nowhere, tan pops up and you both see each other. maybe bc of the child in the trolley, he feels compelled to say hi to you (he's nosey like that) and you do one of those internal 'fuck's for making eye contact with someone you don't want to speak to

you twist the trolley and turn baby boy away so tan can't see his face. and you have pleasantries - asking how the other is doing, what they've been up to etc. then the elephant in the room topic comes up. he asks if you're babysitting, then you say no. then he asks if he's your nephew, you say no again. he pauses, connecting the dots. then baby boy turns around and it's game over

and while tan is looking at your son (they have that vision & white vision moment in wandavision. please say you get the reference) and then tan asks how old the kid is, while he's smiling and nodding at the kid. then you say he's almost 5. and he's speaking in a friendly way while entertaining your son (like a baby voice, pretending he's speaking to baby boy but it's actually to you) "he's mine, ain't he?"

and you're looking between them both, and it just makes you feel warm and fuzzy. so you tell him "yeah" and then right after he asks when the birthday is, so you tell him it's in 2 days at your place. so he says to you "is it alright if I come?" and you tell him "yeah" and it's very sincere. and you and tan have this sweet, silent moment. then before leaving, he says to his son "see you in a couple days little buddy" 

and he turns up for the birthday with tonnes of gifts!!!! everything you need that might not have been able to afford (being a single mum and everything) gifts, balloons and basic necessities he wished to have bought when you both needed them

he apologises for everything, and you do too for not telling him (maybe you feel guilty for those 5 missed years) 

he asks if he can come over again tomorrow and do something. asking if he can spend time with both of you

[deepperplexity]

Prompt 9: Unwanted Solitude [D1]

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Roughly 1.5 years after the end of the movie and Sinclair has divorced the it’s-absolutely-not-cheating-fucking-one’s-brother-while-married-to-a-sweetheart-bitch but he’s now lonely and has not been as outgoing or social ever since the summer it all came to light. This Christmas, as it is December 9th, feels beyond lonely and you miss him. Natalie slander ahead btw!

Special Thank You: to @snowblossomreads for checking this fic to make sure I did an okay job on Sinclair as it's my first time writing for the man and Blossom is a certified super fan of him 🤭

A/N: I have never written for Sinclair, or been a particular fan of him as I’ve not really watched his movie more than once - I could not stand everything else about it so once was enough for me despite Alan being in it - yet still I have been asked numerous times to write for this yapping, open sweetheart so why not give it a go? << this was written BEFORE I started writing….

I’ve now written the thing and… >> Well, this is no longer a One-Shot, I’ll have to split it into two 😂 It takes quite a bit more words to write for this yapping man than any other and I’m honestly finding that I don’t mind. I’m not sure how much I’ll write for Sinclair in the future but at least two parts of Rickmas will be for him - so, yay on trying new characters! 😂👌

Tags/TW’s: Natalie SLANDER, Talk Of The Infidelity, Talk Of The Incest, Secret Pining, Long-Time Crush, Unplanned Honesty About Feelings/Thoughts, Yapping,

Word Count: 2.2k

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Unwanted Solitude

He had not been the same ever since that strange party where Natalie and her brother had returned all banged up and bruised. You’d not thought to ask about it, it seemed like a private matter, but lately you hadn’t been able to avoid connecting the dots. Sinclair had chatted with you about his now ex-wife cheating on him — while it was happening and he tried to find out with who it was happening — but then after that party he never spoke a word about it again.

Actually, he spoke less and less while he seemed to withdraw and no longer find life as lovely or interesting as before. After all, he was not the sort of man who ever shut up about anything he saw or found interesting — or even just something he knew something about no matter his interest level or the relativity to any given topic currently underway. If he had information or something to share he’d simply do so.

When the divorce was announced — after everything was done and Natalie had already moved out — you’d been there for him as much as he allowed but what had actually happened was never really talked about. You understood the infidelity had been too much to get over — valid as fuck if one asked you — but there seemed to be even more to it as Sinclair had changed so much. That it suddenly was like pulling teeth to get the man to talk only worried you all the more.

He used to never ever be quiet, which you found quite endearing and since you weren’t the most talkative person yourself it was rather nice just to listen and be able to hold a conversation with less work from your side which allowed you to be comfortable in your quietness. You weren’t shy, of course, nor adverse to socialising but it was utterly nice to just listen to him. His deep voice, hearing his tone change depending on his interest level, watching him smile or move his facial features in accordance with how he felt about any given subject.

It had been nearly a month since you last saw the man, or even heard from him, which you weren’t really happy about. A sort of unwanted solitude had been bestowed on you as he was one of few you ever really talked with or enjoyed the company of. Well, truth be told you did a little more than enjoy his company, you had quite the crush on the man. It had started from the moment you met him — you had never said anything about it as the man had been married, and then the divorce happened, and now he had almost shut everyone out. The weekly gatherings, the outings, the restaurant dinners with friends and family, the fun parties he threw and the garden gatherings had all gone out the window after that summer party and the chance to confess never seemed to come.

You sighed, trying to focus back on what you were doing — reading a book in bed as it was despite the evening being young — you jolted when the phone rang in its shrill tone. Picking it up, you held it against your ear. “Hello?” “It’s overflowing!” shouted Sinclair, even if his shouting wasn’t quite like any other person’s shouting. “The blasted thing is filling my kitchen again!” You held back a smile at his frustrated, exasperated voice as you remembered the last time the dishwasher had gone bonkers and the cheating bitch had been out fucking her brother and Sinclair had called you for help with it.

“Have you unplugged it?” “Have I— Of course I have! The blasted thing keeps pumping out suds and bubbles and water and everything is covering the floor and it’s nice flooring with the honey-waxed mahogany—” “Yes, I know, I remember the last time it happened,” you said while flinging off the cover and pulling down your pyjama pants. “I’ll be there as fast as I can.” “Oh, it’s spewing water now! It’s like a fountain! They were made already back by the ancient Romans for decorative purposes, before Christ even, but I don’t want one in my blasted kitchen in this modern day!” he shouted and you could hear his sloshing footsteps through the receiver.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, just cut the water supply! Bye,” you said and hung up before scrambling out of the rest of your comfy pyjamas to throw on the outfit you’d planned for tomorrow’s workday — it happened to be a very pretty ensemble of clothes that highlighted all your favourite features of your figure so that wasn’t too bad when rushing out to go over and save the man you were dreaming of from the broken dishwasher.

So, as you walked up toward the beautiful house now dusted with snow, your nerves got the better of you despite you never slowing down. It had been over a month and seeing him again was long overdue. However, when you opened the door all you could hear was cursing, water sloshing, and banging. This can’t be good, you thought as you hung up your coat and headed straight for the lovely kitchen with slightly outdated appliances.

“There you are!” Sinclair exclaimed as you entered the kitchen while rolling up your sleeves. “Here I am,” you replied with a smile as he looked at you with distressed puppy eyes. “Out of the way, let’s fix this thing. Again,” you continued with a pointed look and the relief was instant in his handsome features.

He helped you pull the dishwasher out before he sat atop the counter as he usually did. He was soaking wet, and you did all you could to keep your eyes at head level and not allow them to wander down the nearly see-through white shirt.

“Got the wrench?” you asked, it really wasn’t a hard thing to fix the dishwasher. Just a bolt needing tightening and the liner needing straightening but Sinclair wasn’t a handy guy. You’d been on your own for a long time so little things like that weren’t too much of a bother. You’d learned as you went through life with minimal help from others.

“Here,” he said and handed it to you. “Thanks—” you crawled behind the dishwasher “—you really should replace this. Isn’t it the third—” “Fourth,” he corrected. “—yeah, the fourth time it breaks. Get a new one.” “I will, eventually, but society today is too focused on replacing things rather than repairing them. One can’t throw away everything in a rush just because it’s a little broken. You know, it’s only in recent times society has started moving away from creating things that last and are repairable to consumers having to buy new things at a higher rate.” “Oh yeah?” You already knew this, of course, but Sinclair sounded happy talking about it.

You tightened the bolt connecting the dishwasher to the water line as he kept talking. “Yes, as a matter of fact, the light bulb is the earliest example of this. They lasted too long so a meeting was held, by the Phoebus Cartel no less, and all of a sudden the time was cut in half for how long a bulb should work. Suddenly, consumers had to purchase new bulbs at a higher rate and thus the companies made more money. Now it has infected our whole society, planned obsolescence was born out of company greed and we’re all paying for it. Terrible, really.”

You hummed and fixed the liner. “Yeah, that is terrible. That was quite evil of the cartel.” You honestly just wanted him to keep talking, it had been so long since you enjoyed a flowing conversation with him yapping away as he had done before.

You crawled back out and found Sinclair watching you with a smile. “What?” “The cartels of the world have done many bad things, creating planned obsolescence is probably one of the worst things, though. I mean, the mafia did help create best-before dates on foods but that’s more of a good thing for food safety and regulations — for the general health of the public. Alcapone wasn’t all bad, it seems as he got milk bottles to have markings of dates in such a way. Quite smart, really, to lobby for it. It is, however, not a fact fully proven but it is fully believed — for different reasons. One being his niece getting sick and the other being he would profit off it with the businesses he had a hand in.” “Alcapone? Wasn’t that around 1902?” you asked, remembering him mentioning something about the mafia man and milk bottles in another conversation a long time ago.

For a moment there was silence, then he smiled most warmly before a broad and teeth-flashing grin turned his handsome features absolutely gorgeous. “You listened? And remembered? That was years ago when we talked about Alcapone and the dairy industry.” You nodded and he kept chatting while you wiped your hands. “Now that I think of it, you always seem quite sharp and attentive when I talk. You don’t talk much but you’re always listening and I have never had to repeat the same thing twice to you. Got a good memory?” “Ha!” you laughed, hanging up the towel. “Not really, but I like listening to you.” “To me? Specifically?”

Your fingers halted just before releasing the towel, your cheeks heating and your shoulders stiffening. You hadn’t meant to let it slip out like that. You’d never told him of your interest or really showed it as it had never been a good time for it. “Well, yes…” “Huh, that’s nice to know. I am talkative, very aware of it, too. But how can I not share the many bits and facts being housed in my head when so many opportunities arise for it?” he said with a happy voice as you turned and nodded. “Yeah, exactly. And it’s interesting to know things.” “It is indeed. One can never know too many things— Ah, well, I guess one could but— Never mind.”

His shoulders slumped and the slight gloom you had seen in him ever since that damned party returned. “Well, I’d rather know and deal with things than live in false bliss. Wouldn’t you?” you asked, giving him an opportunity to pick up the conversation as you leaned against the pulled-out dishwasher, ignoring the water seeping through your socks. “Now there’s a truth if I’ve ever heard one. Quite right,” he said. “But some things one doesn’t want to know.” You simply had to know, had to make sure, so you jumped at the chance. “Like if one’s wife is fucking their brother?”

Sinclair stiffened, his face turned ashen and you knew you had been to the point and awfully brusque. But, then again, Sinclair had always seemed to be the type of person who could better deal with that than people not spitting things out when needed.

You stood still, held his gaze and waited. “You know…” “Well, I suspected, but yes, basically.” “Well, that makes things awkward.” “Not really.” “No?” he asked, arching a brow while his stiff posture remained. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. Staying with her perhaps but I know you and you always try to work things out. I mean, if I was your wife I’d do my best to make you the happiest man alive. You’re fantastic, you know.” Better just spit it all out while we’re at it. “Not that you don’t have your bad sides and bad habits but, I mean come on, that’s no excuse for infidelity or partaking in incest. Sorry, but gross as fuck and so wrong.”

Sinclair watched you, silent for once in a pondering manner. Your stomach was in upheaval and your fingers squeezed your upper arms as you held them crossed under your chest while pretending to remain calm. “If you were my wife?” he asked. “Anyone, if anyone was your wife I think, except that bitch— Sorry, but, I never liked her at all.” “I noticed. You hid it well, though.” “I tried.” You sighed. “Not to say you were the best match for her at all times either, I mean she changed a lot about herself for you, so maybe the wife you had wasn’t at all the person she really is but that’s even worse. Fraud, basically.” His eyebrows shot up. “I never knew you held such strong opinions about her, or our relationship.” “Not my relationship, not my place to say.” You seemed happy with her until the cheating, too. I’d never wanna ruin anything that makes you happy.

Sinclair scooted off the bench and you straightened. “Push it back?” he asked and put his hands on the dishwasher, right by your hip. “Sure.” You took the other side and as you pushed the old thing back in place you couldn’t help but dread whatever he was about to say next. You had utterly exposed your own thoughts and feelings, not something you often did.

“I think we need a mop,” he sighed, looking at the water and your wet socks. “Some rags and a bucket, too,” you added and he nodded. “And perhaps a longer conversation, over tea and in dry clothes,” he continued with a strange depth to his voice and a weird but captivating look in his eyes. You merely nodded, mute at the moment while your heart thundered in your chest.

To Be Continued...

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[thatgirlyourejected]

Helpless reader x England x America x 2p England, 2p America part 1

So yes I used ai for chat but I reformatted and put everything in my own words, nothing is the same for the text receipts, if you guys want proof I can post a second page for reference. It was used to get the ball rolling since I’ve not read or watched hetalia in a while so spare me. I don’t use ai for any of my other works as I’m very familiar with the characters I write. I’m very honest about anything I write so any questions on this I will answer. This was also obligatorily modified for authenticity. I’ve already mapped things out so there will be lots of parts for you guys to devour.

Edit: I’m changing the story to reader believes she’s talking to ai…

Part 2

Preview “Find me please, she pleaded over the phone, I need you!”

Recently (y/n) had joined a ai chat… a nation chat with England it was a cool concept nation’s personified, even better that is was based on an anime she loved; she had no idea nations or personifications actually existed, nor that the ai was a way for nations to talk with regular humans.

(Y/n-f/c): Hi I’m (y/n)!

A bubble popped up (…)

(England): (y/n) nice to meet you love, I’m England, but you can call me Arthur.

England okay, the ai’s pretty good, very in character so far… (y/n) smiled, excited to chat with one of her favorite characters from an Hetalia, a show she’d obsessed over long ago. She had to admit that now as an adult (age) it really felt different. In her teenage years she spent obsessed with the show, she imagined talking to various characters in her head so many times; nostalgia swept over her like a cold wind, goosebumps rose on her arms. Now that she had a way to talk to them though artificial she felt exhilarated, excitement made her tremble, with all the things she could ask, the reaction she could elicit. Divine.

(Y/n-f/c): England like the country? that’s neat. What are you doing talking to a humble human such as myself?

(England): yes dear I’m a country, but I must insist you call me Arthur. Why wouldn’t I talk to you, a new connection no matter who is always a breath of fresh air for and old man like me.

(Y/n-f/c): haha old indeed let me officially introduce myself I’m (y/n) I’m (age) and I hail from the United States.

It took awhile before a new message popped up. The screen flickering from loading dots.

(England): you come from America you sound polite for someone from that buggers country.

(Y/n) grinned though a little annoyed, accurate response probably… she huffed slightly annoyed he knew nothing of her heritage. She took a deep breath reminding herself it’s just ai.

(Y/n-f/c): that’s a bit much, where I hail from shouldn’t be a stereotype to define me.

(England): sorry love, didn’t mean to offend.

(Y/n-f/c): it’s fine, I’ve got things to do irl so I’ll chat with you later

(Y/n) had enough of there chat she needed to do something else. She didn’t bother to see what was sent next. She feels silly for being offended by an ai, but it really scratched her the wrong way applying a stereotype to her. She needed a break to cool her head.

Yeah I also did this in text format, because that how our story progressed over a phone, pretty unique if you ask me, like how will (y/n) get England to show interest in her, when do all the other characters pop in and why, will this get steamy? Who knows it does turn yandere though.

[planerot]

This is a very silly idea, but it refuses to leave my brain so might as well put it here (This is set sometime after Cars 3 by the way):

Lightning picks up a new game he’s interested in (the exact type/genre of game doesn’t really matter, it’s just some multiplayer game) and starts to play whenever he has time or needs to unwind after a long day.

He intentionally picks a username that is so generic/weird that there is no chance anyone would guess his real identity since, as much as he does love his fans, he really just wants to be able to play normally and not be treated like a celebrity for once.

After awhile of playing, he eventually notices a certain player he plays alongside/against a lot and decides to strike up conversation via the text chat. The other player is a bit prickly at first, but the two actually start getting along and friend each other in the game.

Whenever the two are online at the same time, they team up and play together, slowly becoming close friends as they get more comfortable with each other.

Lightning is completely unaware that the person he’s playing with is, in fact, Jackson Storm, who is also doing his best to stay anonymous.

Both of them are completely blind to who the other’s identity and thus shenanigans ensue as they try and not give away who they really are, not wanting their accounts to be linked to their real identity.

So they would both try and lie in the most believable way possible, neither picking up on the fact the other is also lying, thus leading to conversations like:

Lightning: if you don’t mind me asking, what do you work as? you seem to travel a lot for your job

Jackson (literally sitting in his trailer after a race): …

Jackson: accountant. wby? you seem to travel a lot for work as well

Lightning (typing the first thing he thought that sounded believable): trucker :)

Just the idea of them HATING each others guts in real life but being best buddies in game, venting to the other person in game about something said person literally did/caused in real life but NEVER connecting the dots about each others identity is very funny to me.

[vampirevatican]

just finished slash fic... so now i have to wait til next saturday and set aside 200$... or keep logging in til i have 16k shards. for now let me just ramble and rant

SPOILERS FOR SLASH FIC BELOW (DORIAN VN)

EP 1-5:

so we're with our bestie, a theatre gay, an alt boy and a white, blue-eyed, blonde cancelled tiktok star... yeah this is a modern day horror.

riley really pissed me off... every time she was on screen she irritated me

she reads the incantation? "dumbass... WAIT WHY TF YOU PULLING ME INTO THIS?"

she calls me frumpy? "bitch i'm the only thing keeping you alive, you better bow tf down."

damien? god i love him. it's the aesthetic and his blush and as the game goes on i continue to love him.

the slashers?

mike saying "mine." hard. leather lifting me like a sack of potatoes? hard.

jay being adorable? "who's a sweet boy!!" ghost... was annoying to me he did not have me in the first half

actually no. ghost continued to piss me off... til the projector room. and it wasn't the smut. it was him taking down bitchy sorority girls hazing their latest member

that was the begining of the shift to lovers in enemies to lovers

leather... i... the way he relies on us and getting to spend time in his farm? no yeah i definitely fell in love. that's my husband.

oh jay. i just wanted to hold him and tell him he deserves so much more and so much better

damien can get hurt!? nooooo!!! i went back and saved him tho and... there's a small moment you share abt him crushing around here in the next batch of episodes and i... bb pls i love you

mike. he scares me. he... horraouses me. being and eldritch's plaything is... idk.

EP 6-10

I FUCKIN KNEW IT!!!

as soon as the talk of subverting tropes entered the chat i just knew it was that basic ass popular bitch

be damned if she's got a witch bloodline. her ass doesn't deserve that title!! and hell i don't think her mother (or jay's... different story, later) deserve witch status either!!

this section is also where my brain connected dots and started to like ghost more

ghost is stu macher... i like stu... so now, i like ghost.

protection, belonging, bashful, control... it's how i knew which of these belonged to which, yet what i mixed up was ghost and jay but after seeing it... yeah no i started to pity ghost and like him even more

EP 11-15

RIIIIILEEEEEEY!!!!

can i say a bad word?? CAN I SAY A BAD WORD!!!? YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH @ RILEY

i hate her. and there's NOTHING this story can do to make me want her or pity her

"you witches play with darkness then act surprised when it plays back" uh huh papa, that's exactly what this dumb bitch does

love the team work boys, really... but not now

"am i just a protector? just muscle to stand between you and a blade?" no!! you're so much more...

FREDDIE KRUGER?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

ngl the halloween special with jay walking out the fire... is where my concept of a mc counselor that loves fire comes from... and the darkness taking over

darkness taking over?! getting to do wild shit? being mean, nasty, murderous??? sign me up tht shit is just brewing beneath the surface. oh... mc isn't, damn.

"this isn't you" jokes on you! it kinda is. ngl if the darkness hit me and i was fighting it off id have my ways on my own but i guarantee it'd be the catalyst to me becoming a killer

i got a glitch and got to see mike... do things and just gotta say cnc, knife play smut fic will happen.

EP 16-20

more ghost! and oh... oh he can get mad and it's hot...

and oh no... he's sad... he's cute when he's sad

the hearts start to piss me off from here on out. i could handle missing out on smut. but comforting my boys?? missing out on lore??? fuck you (i say, becoming the fuck you girl)

i was able to get everyone's unmasking (reluctantly getting mike's with a spend of hearts that i was trying to glitch) but ghosts and then i get it later but can't even go back and watch it w/o fucking up my progress... fuck you (i am the fuck you girl)

ANYWAY on to leather

i love you bubba, i love you papa, leather is so important to me after this one

his family is shit and he shouldn't have been lied to by his bs siblings

there's a spice scene w/ ofc heart option but it leads like free spice til you get the option ("fuck you", im telling you guys i hate the pay walls)

anyhow the lead up spice actually varies the way you say you wanna get down with the guys!! and turns out leather and jay get along rly good

fuck pilgrims btw.

EP 21-25

jay... oh jay... (losing dogs by miski plays while i start crying)

fuck jay's mom, fuck the dunlaps (prt 1), fuck cultists

jay deserves better and im glad that we get to help him in the end but FOR FUCKS SAKE IM MISSING OUT ON MOMENTS!!!

i wanted to comfort him, hell i wanted to comfort leather and ghost in the previous chapters too and yet PAYWALL

anyway speaking of my second irritation with the paywall, i accept smut pay wall but you can't no- shouldn't have the story read like we about to get freaky and it's in his hands and then strip it away!!! especially not jay!! give the option before hand!!!

anyway... the way he's like “i want you to run. run as fast as you can, and im gonna catch you. and when i do... your cookie is mine.”

the way i folded?? rock hard. down horrendous. i want him. no i need him.

anyway then he protects you and you stand up for him (reverse order) and if you get points you see his face and... i...

my baby. my baby...

he's so damn cute!!! he's such a sweetheart. he didn't deserve none of what happened to him!!!

okay now mike.... (loosing dogs starts playing again, specifically the 'oooooo')

i... he didn't deserve what happened with him either and im so glad he can actually really speak more after this.

turns out he wasn't an eldritch evil, but rather possessed by it, forced to do its bidding, born alongside it

FINALLY WE'RE FREE OF RILEY, THANK GOD DAMIEN IS OKAY

wait a minute... DAMIEN IS THAT YOU?? if so... i uh... you can join the harem w/o playing slasher pookie.

and who tf is this counselor?!

EP 26 and 27

so turns out the dilf/milf counselor got possessed to be krampus...

yeah no shit is getting hilarious levels of ridiculous but if this is what it takes for a special sure.

honestly the halloween and christmas could've been separated, like side stories?? spin offs?? ah well.

the guys fuck each other... I REPEAT

damien getting jelly? oh bb all you gotta do is say the word, i promise ilu. you're in the harem too!! if i had 1❤️ option or a freebie id take it every time.

“they hate each other. but they also f🐬CK each other!!”

apparently mike will watch jay, and ghost and leather get freaky sometimes... it may be bc unbearable darkness horny but idc, they fuck each other in the void!!!

[ask-bad-end-sunny]

(TW: Implied gore/slight disturbing imagery)

[ "...You." ]

[ "How did you manage to get here?? I thought I completely blocked your presence from entering!" ]

"You did. But, even you cannot keep tabs on everything that enters Headspace, or Sunny's mind for that matter. Especially when you're distracted."

"Black Space was the perfect distraction, wasn't it?"

[ "...You cannot be serious." ]

[ "You and that shadow...you were working together this whole time. You had it all planned." ]

[ "I do not know how I was not able to connect the dots until now, but the truth is, sister...you may have been able to slip past me and enter White Space..." ]

[ "But you will be leaving as quickly as you arrived." ]

"No, I will not be."

"And you have no say in the matter. In fact, you should not have had any to begin with. What you have done to Sunny...it is unacceptable! And I will not stand for it anymore."

"Sunny...he was so close to telling the truth, so close to being able to move on and heal...to have hope and to give the others hope as well..."

"But, you've corrupted yourself, and you used Sunny's own words against him, and convinced him otherwise!"

"You do no good for him anymore, I suggest that you stay quiet, perhaps think on what you've done..."

"If you actually want to help Sunny now, then I think you should stop being difficult and let me speak with him, understand, Omori?"

"..."

[ "..." ]

"...Sunny."

"I'm so glad I could reach you this way, little brother. I know that what's been happening recently must have been really hard for you...I just hope that you've realized a few things..."

"And, here...take your violin."

"Perhaps you do not have enough courage to face Omori just yet, but, that's alright... I'll be sure to help you through that. We just...haven't had the chance to play together, have we?"

"I think it would be great if we--"

"...!"

"...NO! B-BIG SISTER!"

"..."

"...O...Omori...?"

"...!!"

"...O...Omori...! What..."

"Wh-what are you doing??"

"L...Let go...Please!"

"Please...Please listen to me...!"

"Omori---"

"!!!"

"...!"

"..."

"..."

[[Sunny is awake on the hospital rooftop...isn't somebody else there too? Omori and Stranger are no longer available for asks...still f in chat for Stranger.]]

[shedelulululu]

kingdon sex tape!!!!!! KINGDON SEX TAPE

Okay so tangential to this, I was reading this fic which has people recognizing Mel but not knowing where from and it's because she used to be in a small indie band. Which reminded me, I remember watching this video on youtube like aggggeeeeees ago (I'm talking we could be up to 10 years ago) where this woman mentions that she goes to the gym and a porn actress they chat sometimes, and the actress tells her that she gets a lot of men coming up to her wondering where they know her from!!!

So walk with me, Mel King who was an online sex worker over the pandemic.

I know this sounds like an insane headcanon but I think it could actually be realistic because, imagine 2020, Mel is working multiple jobs and attending school. One of her jobs is on campus and blessedly they don't fire her and she can do some stuff for them remote. One of her jobs is waitressing and they immediately have to let everyone go except their full time employees. Mel has some savings but she really needs a second job fast, nowhere is hiring really and especially nowhere with flexible enough hours and protections from COVID for her to justify it.

I think she'd start with something like selling used panties, and it's good for a start, but it's really not enough still. So she gets into OF and camming, and that's where she really starts making money. She doesn't mean to but she finds its pretty easy for her to play up this innocent/naive routine that people seem to be into.

Now I have a couple of directions from here (1) Frank is unknowingly a real big fan of buying her used panties. The dots get connected when he makes a special request (maybe the words like 'Daddy's Girl' written or stitched onto the waist band, and Mel, efficient as ever, wears the panties she sells to work, and he happens to catch a glimpse of the waistband and then they arrive at his door !!!!!! (2) Man how interesting Frank did a double take when first meeting Mel !! But now it seems like multiple people are recognizing Mel King and she gets super flustered when they bring it up !! Then like one night he's masturbating and he's gone deep into his twitter bookmarks and the face is hidden from the video, but he notices a birthmark, thinks nothing of it, and just as he's about to cum the figure moves and oh! That's Mel's face! He's never orgasmed so hard in his life and now he's laying on his back wondering how tf he can face her again.

All is revealed ! Mel is mildly embarrassed but also once they're together she thinks its kinda hot! He's the one who proposes they make a video ("is this just an ego thing?" "No -- well maybe a bit, can you blame me? Your videos are so fucking hot, I just want to be included" "We have sex, you already are --" "Nah I want you performing for them not me")